StarStruck Page #7

named Jessica Olson.

Sorry, Libby,

there's nothing more to tell.

Okay. You heard it here first.

I'm Libby Lam. This is Starstruck News.

I can't believe they're still out there.

Why don't they just go home?

Because they haven't got

what they came for yet.

You know,

you should just go talk to them.

I mean,

you're already all over the Internet.

- I am?

- Yeah!

There's like a whole website devoted

to what people think about Chrissica.

"Chrissica"?

Wow.

You really shouldn't read any of these.

Wait, wait, here's a good one.

"That Jessica Olson chick

is a real nut, dude.

"She just wants to be famous.

She should get a life because she..."

Guys, stop. Just stop.

Maybe it's the phrasing or the tempo.

Something's not right.

- Yo, what's up with you, man?

- I don't know.

You want to know what I think?

Sure you do.

I think you're still torn up about Jessica.

No. I'm good. I'm over her.

All my life people telling me

just who I am

They don't wanna know

They don't really understand

Too many people trying to tell me

to be practical

Only think that I am one-dimensional

But I can feel it

There's a fire raging underneath

Burning through the pages

here I am coming clean

I'm sick of lying to myself

Gotta live the truth

Now I gotta do what I gotta do

This is where I should be

There ain't no other place, yeah

Where my soul really speaks

There ain't no other way

I can feel it

save me, move me, shake me

Gotta go where the music takes me

Let it set me free

You got to believe

Is it a crime to just

be who I wanna be?

I need some space

so that I can chase all my dreams

'Cause when I hit the stage

anything is possible

I get lost in the song

and that is magical

So crank it up, feel the rush

then just turn me loose

I wanna feel the inspiration

that is coming through

And there's no other place

where I feel so alive

When I start to sing

you just can't deny

This is where I should be

There ain't no other place, yeah

Where my soul really speaks

There ain't no other way

I can feel it

save me, move me, shake me

Gotta go where the music takes me

Let it set me free

You got to believe

When everybody's gone

And I'm here all alone

I don't gotta hide

I don't have to try

You got to understand

That this is who I am

And it's where I shine

And it's where I shine, I know

This is where I should be

There ain't no other place, yeah

Where my soul really speaks

There ain't no other way

I can feel it

save me, move me, shake me

Gotta go where the music takes me

Let it set me free

You got to believe

This is where I should be

There ain't no other place, yeah

Where my soul really speaks

There ain't no other way

I can feel it move me

Gotta go where the music takes me

Let it set me free

Let it set me free

Let it set me free

You got to believe

You are definitely not over her.

- Okay, they need to go now.

- I thought you liked being on TV.

Yeah, but I need to buy a dress for

the dance, and they're blocking my car.

Christopher said this would happen.

He said it would get crazy.

Celebrities might have to

put up with this, but I don't.

Jessica! Jessica.

Tell us about your weekend

with Christopher Wilde.

We only want the truth.

You don't want the truth.

You want a story.

You take a good, normal person

and turn him into

your own little reality show.

You build him up into a big celebrity

just so you can tear him down

in public.

Just so you can sell magazines

and TV shows?

That's really sick.

And Christopher Wilde's

just one example.

He's talented and successful.

He has all the stuff

lots of kids dream of having.

But thanks to you, he's had to give up

some of the best things in life.

Freedom. Privacy.

Honesty.

So, congratulations,

you've created a celebrity.

But you have wrecked

the human being inside.

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Did you get that?

Jessica. Jessica,

just one more question.

In your opinion,

who is Christopher Wilde, really?

Who is he? I don't know.

The Christopher Wilde

you're all so obsessed with,

I promise you, I never met him,

and I wouldn't want to.

Didn't you say you liked her

because she was so honest?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

Congratulations, Chris. You did it.

You got her to lie for you.

I didn't have a choice, okay?

All right.

- Where are you going?

- To find my best friend,

'cause he's not the guy

sitting here now.

- Dude, what are you talking about?

- "I didn't have a choice."

Lately that's been your answer

to everything, man.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Your life, your choice, man.

What do you want?

Cut!

Guys, you nailed it. Perfect, guys.

That was the one. That was perfect.

Let's go one more time.

Circle. Great take. Great... Christopher!

Buddy. Great news. You're in.

Rehearsals start on Monday.

- Actually, I'm not available.

- Not a problem. We'll change the date.

No. I came to say, you know,

thanks for the offer,

but if I have to lie to be

in your little club, think I'll pass.

Wow. Kid's got edge. Fire. I like that.

And cue the rain!

Okay. He's got two weeks

between Oslo and London.

We could make him available

for the movie then.

That's tight.

You know, he needs some downtime.

Okay. All right. How about after Tokyo,

but before Melbourne?

- What's going on?

- Hi, honey.

Hey.

We're working the movie

into your tour schedule.

I don't want to do the movie any more.

Sweetie, don't be silly.

Of course you do.

We're about to make the deal, bud.

Well, it's too late. I've already passed.

Honey, that's not your decision.

Yes, it is.

I'm 17 years old.

I just want to have fun and make music.

Okay, okay. Hey. No worries.

No worries. We'll handle it.

No. No. It's time that I started

managing my own life. So...

You know what? You're fired.

Wow.

I'd really like for you

to just be my parents from now on.

Right.

Okay, come here.

Turn.

It's just not girly enough.

But imagine it on me. Girlier, right?

- Maybe.

- Why don't you just try it on yourself?

Stop whining. Here.

We have three hours before the dance.

Go change.

Kids!

So what was it like

to have reporters on your lawn?

Exciting. But I need my privacy, too.

We all watched your sister on TV,

and she looked wacko.

- Really?

- Yeah!

It was so weird

the way she made up that story

about meeting Christopher Wilde.

She is so pathetic.

Do you think she heard that?

- AJ. You're an idiot.

- What?

- Get out.

- But...

Go!

- Jessica.

- Go away.

No. I actually live here.

What?

Go with me to the dance.

I thought I was pathetic

and embarrassing.

Only if you actually dance. So don't.

Come on. Come on.

Let's make you pretty enough

to be my sister.

You look good. Don't slouch.

You know, Sara, in a weird way,

you're a good sister.

Pretend you don't know me.

Lame.

Oh, my God!

Jessica Olson?

There's some things I forgot to say

to you back in California.

Can't blame you

For thinking

That you never really knew me at all

I tried to

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